The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate: Rise of the Traitor's Daughter
Chapter 314: Slow Dancing
CHAPTER 314: SLOW DANCING
Warning: Explicit Content Ahead (Continuation)
Zane~
My head fell back against the wall as her lips met my skin, her touch igniting every nerve in my body. She was relentless, her hands and mouth moving with a confidence that left me dizzy. It was all I could do to stay upright, my fingers threading through her hair as she took me apart piece by piece.
When she finally pulled back, her eyes were dark with need, her lips swollen from kissing me. "Your turn," she said, standing and pulling me toward the bed.
I didn’t need telling twice. I laid her down gently, my hands exploring every inch of her as I kissed her deeply. The taste of her was intoxicating—sweet and wild, like the forest after a storm. When my lips found her neck, she moaned softly, her nails digging into my back.
"Zane," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please."
I kissed my way down her body, savoring every gasp and shiver. When I reached her slits, she froze for a moment before melting into the mattress. My tongue teased her clits gently at first, drawing out little whimpers that sent heat rushing through me. But then she arched against me, her hands gripping the sheets as she begged for more.
"You’re incredible," I murmured between kisses. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
Her reply was cut off by a moan as I increased the pressure, licking and sucking, her hips rocking against me in time with my movements. She was close—I could feel it—and when she finally came undone, it was like watching a masterpiece unfold. Her body trembled, her cries of pleasure echoing through the cabin as she clutched at me like I was the only thing keeping her from floating away.
When she finally caught her breath, she pulled me up to kiss her again, her lips soft and demanding. "I love you," she whispered against my mouth.
"I love you too," I replied, my voice hoarse. "More than anything."
And then she surprised me again, flipping us so she was straddling me. Her hair falling around her face as she leaned down to kiss me, her body pressing against mine in a way that made it impossible to think.
"Are you ready?" Natalie’s voice was a sultry whisper, her lips brushing against mine as she hovered above me. Her pussy just inches away from my pulsing cock. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I could feel the heat of her body radiating through me. My hands tightened on her thighs, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I tried to steady myself.
"Natalie," I groaned, my voice rough with need. "You’re going to be the death of m—"
But she didn’t let me finish. Instead, she silenced me with a kiss, her lips claiming mine with a ferocity that left me breathless. Her body pressed against mine, and I could feel the urgency in her touch, the way she moved—slow and deliberate, yet filled with an unspoken demand.
She pulled back slightly, her breath hot against my skin as she traced a finger down my chest. "You’ve been so patient," she murmured, her voice laced with a teasing edge. "But patience isn’t what I want from you right now."
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel my body responding to her in ways I hadn’t expected. Natalie had always been passionate, but this—this was something else entirely. She was unhinged, wild in a way that both surprised and exhilarated me.
Her hands slid up my chest, her nails lightly scraping against my skin as she moved. She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "I want you to beg."
I chuckled, the sound low and raspy. "Beg? You’re the one who’s been teasing me all night."
She smirked, her eyes locking with mine as she shifted her weight, pressing her pussy against my cock in a way that made it impossible to think. "Maybe," she said coyly. "But now it’s my turn to take control."
And then she did just that.
Her movements were slow at first, deliberate and calculated as she shifted her hips, grinding against me in a way that made my breath catch in my throat. Her hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own.
I reached for her, wanting to pull her closer, to deepen the connection between us, to get her to sit on my cock , but she shook her head, her eyes dark with desire. "No," she murmured, her voice firm. "Tonight, you’re mine to command."
I groaned, my hands falling back to the bed as I let her take control. And take control she did. Her movements became more urgent, more demanding as she pressed herself against me, her body moving in sync with mine. Her lips found mine again, and this time the kiss was deeper, more intense, as if she was trying to convey everything she felt for me in that one moment.
Her fingers clawed into my hair, yanking me closer with a fierce urgency that made my pulse thunder. She devoured my mouth, her tongue thrusting against mine in a slick, heated battle that left me reeling, dizzy with raw, aching need. The air crackled between us, thick with the scorching heat building in my veins, every second stretching the tension tighter until I thought I’d snap.
Her voice slithered out like butter, low and sultry, sending electric shivers racing down my spine. "Tell me what you want." The words hung heavy in the humid air, dripping with filthy promise, her breath hot against my ear. My grip tightened on her lush hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I stared up at her, my heart slamming like a war drum in my chest.
"You," I rasped, my voice gravel-rough with desperation. "I want you. Every fucking inch of you—your body, your moans, all of it."
A wicked, predatory smile curved her full lips, her eyes gleaming with dark hunger. She leaned down, her wet, warm pussy hovering teasingly before finally enveloping my throbbing cock, swallowing me deep in one slow, torturous slide. Her breath ghosted over my skin, warm and ragged, as she purred, her voice thick with lust, "Then take me. Claim me like you own me."
I didn’t hesitate—hell, I couldn’t. My hands roamed up her sides, savoring the silky curve of her waist, the feverish heat radiating from her flushed skin. I cupped her full, heaving breasts, thumbs circling her hard nipples before pinching and rolling them firmly, drawing out a sharp gasp as she arched into my touch, her body quivering. Her eyes slammed shut, a throaty moan escaping her lips that ignited a wildfire in my core, making my cock twitch inside her.
I surged up beneath her, sitting to capture her mouth in another savage kiss, our tongues clashing in a frantic, breathless tangle. Her hands were wild—tugging my hair, raking over my shoulders, clawing down my chest like she was starving for every ridge and muscle. The room filled with our heavy pants, the slick sounds of our bodies grinding together.
I tore my lips from hers, trailing a scorching path down her neck, teeth grazing and nipping at the tender skin, sucking hard enough to leave marks that would bloom like badges of our passion. She whimpered, her voice breaking, "Zane... please... fuck, I need you."
Gods, the way my name spilled from her lips—raw, pleading, drenched in need—drove me insane. I pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her, my gaze burning. "Tell me what you want, Natalie," I echoed, my words a low growl, mirroring her challenge.
She paused, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson mix of lust and shy vulnerability, but then she inhaled sharply, her resolve hardening. "I want to feel you—all of you, buried so deep it hurts so good. I want you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow, hard and relentless until I’m screaming your name."
Her confession hit like lightning, jolting straight to my cock. I crushed my mouth to hers in a brutal, consuming kiss, pouring every ounce of ferocity into it. My hands slid down her back, palms rough against her sweat-slick skin, until I gripped her firm ass, squeezing hard as I began to thrust my cock deep into her dripping pussy—slow at first, savoring the tight, wet grip, then building to powerful, deliberate strokes that made her gasp with each plunge.
She met me thrust for thrust, her hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm that was pure intoxication, her body undulating against mine like waves crashing. Her fingers explored me greedily, tracing the chiseled lines of my abs, dipping lower to tease the V of my hips, her nails scraping just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through me. Her lips followed, hot and insistent—kissing down my neck, sucking on my collarbone, then lower across my chest until she tongued the sensitive trail just below my navel, her breath fanning over my skin like fire.
"You have no idea how much I’ve craved this," I growled against her ear, my voice a husky rumble that vibrated through us both. "How I’ve fantasized about pounding into your tight pussy, making you come undone."
She pressed closer, her eyes locking onto mine with fierce intensity. "Then show me," she whispered, her voice a breathy challenge, barely above a gasp.
My body ignited at her words, cock hardening even more inside her as she teased me mercilessly—her hands sliding lower, gripping my hips, shifting to grind her clit against me in slow, deliberate circles that made thinking impossible. The heat coiled tighter, our skins slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of our arousal.
Her lips brushed mine again, this time softer, a tender contrast to the storm raging between us, and she whispered, "I love you."
The words pierced through the haze, sending a shiver down my spine and swelling my chest with a fierce, overwhelming emotion. "I love you too," I murmured, my voice thick with raw honesty, pulling her even closer as our bodies continued their dance.